I am drawn towards fairytales, moonlight, the ocean and primal filth…

May 13, 2021

I am drawn towards fairytales, moonlight, the ocean and primal filth… raw rugged feral honest as the forest… I was chatting to a beloved brother of late. It nourishes the TRIBE so deeply knitted in the brow of my old soul, to simply hear his voice, see his face, and find it all connecting to […]

UK 90s – a period where every time I blinked, and reopened my eyes, I could find something new and primal and wild.

May 7, 2021

The 90s in the UK was the most amazing time to be feeling more alive everyday. As I have grown so much more long in the fang, and delved into history, I have focused more on the random luck that whilst my nurture missed the 60s and 70s, I was hugely immersed in the final […]

Below Your Topsoil…

April 30, 2021

Below your topsoil, below the superficial, below the fuckbook ‘likes’ tapped auto-fill to be polite or vapid following the script, when a friend posts something…. beyond the talk of footy or comparable nods to the latest narrative we are told to speak about, by twitter or insta or the ‘news’ we find when simply turning […]

sent pieces of my broken heart as postcards to strangers…

April 27, 2021

‘followed my heart, it never stopped igniting… sent pieces of my broken heart as postcards to strangers…’ Prolyphic is one of those lost in the storm rabid and climbing the tower of Babel modern discourse, who when reminded of, when his voice and poetry and honesty and heart and soul all combine to flow… I […]

spinning the compass…

April 20, 2021

Receiving ugly reflections, in cracked mirrors of CORPORATE overlay they are me…I make nor seek any excuse, that is me…. and I Cannot contest the ‘informal’ addition to my rap-sheet of ‘objectively inappropriate’… I am drawn too easily, weakly, into puerile adversarial combat with words alone from afar, and despise myself quickly for it, as […]

I can’t stand it…

April 20, 2021

  I am closer to sucking the teet of the lower levels of the SYSTEM I FUCKING DESPISE, finding gold added to my pockets for competing ‘mandatory learning’. with such challenging questions as ‘should you report a kiddie fiddler to the police?’ when i am staring at the screen wondering when will appear the option […]

GemS In THe MeGA RouGh- ugly DUcklinGs

April 6, 2021

Any words I can add, instantly decrease the value of that track. Criminally forgotten, yet for whatever long delayed reason, now revived, reprised…. I found an echo of late of a former, brief heartfelt homage to anarchism…Captain Mission on Madagascar, Burroughs,,,and what it taught me was that such a brutal, vicious war must be fought, […]

Rumblings from the War Desk…DROP MORE BOMBS!

April 3, 2021

Whilst forging an ever changing bed of sand on the shoreline today, for the hordes were upon me, the serenity of the same niche yesterday transformed into a magnet for the masses- I was curious of the police helicopters taking turns to swoop in low over the crowds revelling in the unexpected final hurrah of […]

Vital human nourishment takes precedence

March 26, 2021

Work looms on a horizon I cannot see but know. Vital human nourishment takes precedence, no matter how far away those connections can be found. For I need, above all else, to feel alive, and any opportunity for my locking of feral horns with my own tribe I gorge my everything into, until they have […]

I’m no poet, just a 12th house monster….

March 20, 2021

I guess I am perhaps trying to retrace my steps to when I was last a much happier writer as to look back upon my musings posts for many years now, I find certainly a poet, but a harrowing, lonely soul with too much weight of the world around him consuming, drowning and him/me trying […]